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Book III.
THE CHACE.
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To plunge at once into the Flood below,Himself, his Foes in one deep Gulph immers'd. 590E'er yet he executes this dire Intent,In wild Disorder once more views the Light;Beneath a Weight of Woe, he groans distress'd:The Tears run trickling down his hairy Cheeks;He weeps, nor weeps in vain. The King beholdsHis wretched Plight, and Tenderness innateMoves his great Soul. Soon at his high CommandRebuk'd, the disappointed, hungry PackRetire submiss, and grumbling quit their Prey.
Great Prince! from thee, what may thy Subjects hope; 600So kind, and so beneficent to Brutes?O Mercy, heav'nly born! Sweet Attribute!Thou great, thou best Prerogative of Pow'r!Justice may guard the Throne, but join'd with thee,

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